Personal space wasn’t an issue, it seemed. She remembered when they both were uncomfortable with each other. Their first mission together, finding out that she had to ride on a horse with him, had been dreadful even for the youth that adored hugs. At that time, even if he didn’t show it, it must have been awkward for him, right? Well… even if it had been, she supposed it was that shinobi part of him, accustomed to carrying out missions no matter the awkwardness.
Since then, his touches had been scarce, careful even. Establishing that mutual respect between them, at least, the willingness to work together despite her own grievances, led to many things. The adventures she listed, for one… but? This moment of intimacy, in a hug that Isanami would deem common to her, was kind of…
For lack of better words? It was kind of embarrassing. Even for someone as shameless as her. Being around Hanzo didn’t make her uneasy anymore. She even accepted his head pats time to time. But she wondered why she felt self-conscious of herself — silly Isanami, maybe that’s how you made everyone else feel when you hugged them out of nowhere — before shaking it off mentally. She was fine with the hug and Hanzo. She just needed to figure out the mysterious reason why it was different, but that was a thought for another time.
Accepting her terms, she let out a soft giggle. It wasn’t too much to ask, right? She could only imagine the reactions of the other Braves if they happened upon Hanzo running an errand for her, however strange it may be. Or maybe they were used to it? Briefly, she wondered if any of them saw the time where she decided to bake cookies on his arm…
Anyway! It was his next words that brought her out of her stupor. Rolling her eyes playfully, she reached up and pinched his nose. A scolding gesture, showing her disapproval of his choice of words.
❛ Idiot. It’s not that you want to be human. You are human. ❜ Letting go of his nose, she gazed up at him with a gentle smile. Though the word ‘idiot’ was one of her rarer ‘curse’ words, she figured it was fine to use it for him again. One of her weirder endearments, so to speak, but this time her tone of voice lacked a bite. ❛ Hattori Hanzo-san, you are a human. And humans are allowed to make mistakes. Humans are allowed to be clumsy. Humans are allowed to learn. ❜
Lifting up her hand again and poking him on the forehead, she maintained that smile, though it spread out into a cheerful grin. Getting rid of that solemn mood and hoping to bring his spirits back up. ❛ I’m here, aren’t I? I’ll take your promise for — ah, no, I have another condition for that promise. Do you know the yubikiri? It’s what I did with my shrine sisters whenever we made promises. ❜ A childhood classic, but given their different pasts, she didn’t know if he actually knew it. Admittedly, it was a little childish thing, but he knew by now it was no big deal for her.
So, she wriggled a little in his embrace, a silent message that they needed to separate for a little. Then, she grabbed his hand and brought it to the level of her eyes, which were sparkling with mischief as she hooked their pinkies together.
❛ Yubikiri genman, uso tsuitara hari senbon nomasu. ❜
Humming a little aftertune, she swung their hands back and forth. ❛ Tell a lie, get your finger cut off, and swallow a thousand needles after being punched ten-thousand times. Sounds painful, right? That’s why I’ll trust you won’t break your promise. ❜ When she had been told the meaning, she admitted it was a little gruesome, but it was just a display of words. Not to be taken seriously. Just a little fun for children back then.
❛ But… I’m glad you won’t push me away. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you need the time. I think it’ll be worth it. Show me what a Hanzo living in the future looks like. ❜ And her next steps towards him, laughing and tackling him into a friendly hug, she kept her head tilted so she could watch his reaction. ❛ And when that time comes, you can be the one to hug me first again. Just so I know it’s the real deal. ❜ Sticking her tongue out playfully, she reached up and ruffled his bangs, having an idea of what his answer would be.
When the youth pinched his nose, Hanzo flinched a little – not because it hurt, but because he was sorta the king of over-exaggeration, and he was trying to keep her smile there. He wanted her to be happy, and given that he’s the one who had created this uncomfortable situation for the two of them? He wanted to help remedy it the same.
“… I’ll keep that in mind, Isa-chan.” Hanzo responds earnestly. Finally, it appeared that his tears had entirely stopped, and he seemed to have settled a little. The tightened feeling in his chest was still there – but it was no longer pain. It was no longer DREAD. “Seems like I’m a few steps behind, but I’ve always been good at learning things if I really set my mind to it. So, it seems I have a new assignment.” He adds with a laugh – he’d always been a SPLENDID shinobi. Quick to learn abilities and quick to manage his F I R E despite it being an absolutely chaotic element.
When she pokes his forehead, he laughs a little – it was a soft noise, still dampened by his earlier mood. But? He was genuinely amused by her response. “Another condition? Alright, I’m willing to hear you out.”
I mean, the BRAVE of FIRE had no idea what she meant by YUBIKIRI. He’d never heard of it before, it wasn’t exactly the sort of thing you would find people using in the Iga Village. Shinobi were serious people – they had no time for childish things like that. But, he was willing to hear her out. It was a curiosity for him anyways.
When she wiggled a little, he gave her the distance she seemed to need – and when she reached for his hand, the crimson-haired man gave it to her without question. Allowing her to hook their pinkies together and recite the phrase. “Am I supposed to say it too?” He asks, curious, before listening to what she explains what it means. Laughing a little, he comments: “Priests and priestess’ used to say this? I’m a little concerned.” I mean – it sounded like a like average torture for enemy shinobi, but? Hey, who was he to judge others. “… I won’t lie to you, Isanami-chan.” Hanzo replies, nodding a little. “But, I will remember this promise. You have my word.”
At some point – he would be able to approach Isanami and show her what she was hoping to see.
Someday, he hoped to be Ueda’s BRAVE of FIRE more then a shinobi of IGA. Someday, he’d be happy to show her what a Hanzo who lived in the present and lived for the future would be – And though he didn’t know what that looked like, and had no idea how he would go about doing just that… the thought of a future like that? Had him smiling regardless.
“It’s a deal. I’ll remember that.” And when that day came – he would wrap his arms around his smaller friend, and tell her what he’d accomplished.
( … but more then that… he’d like to tell her what a big part of his life she’d become. As his friend. And in many ways, as the person who encouraged him to keep t r y i n g. This GENTLE darkness… had saved him from his own scorched earth policies on life. )
With that, he finally releases his friend. Smiling as the other ruffled his hair a little. “When I have accomplished all you’ve asked of me,” He starts, standing upright before putting his hand over his heart – bowing slightly, playfully, he winks. “I’ll sweep you up into a proper hug, partner.” And with that, he stands up again. Closing the distance between them once again for a moment, before very carefully moving her hair from her forehead with a careful sweep of his hand and kissing her forehead gently. A chaste and honest thing that he’d never done before. “Until then, you have my apologizes. I know… I can be a bit slow at these things. But if you’re patient with me, I will do my absolute best to meet all of your expectations of me. I want… to be a proper friend to you. So I will figure it out, you have my word.”
However – when he’d first arrived, he’d just gotten here after a mission. And the exhaustion from it was finally hitting, now that the adrenaline from his own anxiety was wearing down. He looked tired, and his molten eyes looked weary still. However, the smile that sat on his lips was earnest – soft, awkward, but? Kind.
“… thank you for meeting with me, my friend. I caused a bit of a scene, but? I’m really glad we talked. I need… to rest now. But, when I wake? You should expect that I’ve got some things I’ll be working on.” He says with a laugh. Amusement in his eyes. “I’ll see you later, Isanami-chan.”
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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ She already analyzed the situation that she was in as soon they both stopped there. Even though it didn’t look good she wanted to at least try talking to him calmly without all of this, capturing was out of the picture as she likely knows what they are going to do with the Despairs once captured too plus she didn’t have a gun on her only stun weapons of the sorts. ❝Don’t judge me. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean that I’m useless cause I’m not an Ultimate like you, besides I do have a few skills of my own. ❞ Asano recalled back just stating her own thoughts there, it’s true she does know a few small things but that doesn’t mean she’s useless. Seeing that he took a step back as he said what was next did put her on edge though.
Already knowing what his talent does don’t help her ease her mind about it though, she took a quick glance around to see if there was anything that would help her get around with making the ground fall if she did go to him. ❝Tell me, why do you think that my goal is to arrest you then? Let me tell you this since we are alone right now in this dark cave, my own thoughts about you Despairs there is highly different to what my boss is. Also, don’t think I didn’t do my research either I know what I’m up against….So let see if my luck is with me this time. ❞ She simply sighed lightly, this was going to be troublesome but she hoped that luck was on her side today though it was soon she felt a small wisp landed on her shoulder for good luck though. ❝Well, you overlooked one thing I don’t use a gun, I only weapons that stun people. Although I could just throw my high heels at you to make you unconscious. ❞ With that being said though she thought that if she didn’t wear her shoes it would likely improve her chances maybe so she took them off.
SERVANT laughs a little when she says that – “DON’T JUDGE ME.” As though it wasn’t already human nature to judge everyone’s adherent worth. It was funny to hear, though. Especially in this day an age. As society crumbles around you and the only LAWS that matter are created and reinforced with strict punishment.
Not that SOCIETY meant anything to him at this point. He was with the ULTIMATE DESPAIR. Those whom had forced the world into this absolutely trashed state. “Is that so?” There was absolutely no belief in his tone. If the ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT – well, former, believed her at all? It didn’t show. If anything, he sounded more amused by her comments then before. But, his eyes still showed little to no interest. A consistent, degrading, look. She was no ULTIMATE.
She was not H O P E.
Nor could she dream to be.
Not in his eyes. Not in this world. So? It was funny to watch her try so hard – it was about the same feeling someone might get from watching POLICE approach the BIG BAD in an action movie. You know they’re going to be slaughtered. To prove the s t r e n g t h of the bad guy, and prove the necessity of the SUPERHERO. “You work in a unit whose specialty is dealing with the tragedies of this current, crumbling world. Or at least, that’s what your uniform suggests. Am I mistaken in believing that that is why you try so hard, little dog?” He asks in a breath – almost sighing out the words, as through frustrated at why she could believe that she has the right to ask him these questions. “… you have different goals then your boss? Alright, interesting, I suppose. But your unity is one of your strengths in this currently chaotic world. If you do not hunt me down to relinquish me to that brute you call your leader, then why are you after me?”
As she comments about his skill, he says nothing. Simply offering her a dead-eyed smile. He had never believed in his ability. LUCK was not H O P E. If anything – his skill was a tragedy. A curse. But, sometimes? It worked for him. He’d find out whether that was the case today or not. “Do you fancy yourself able to save me?” Komaeda asks, half-heartedly.
She was going to try, then. He could see her removing her shoes and making her way closer, bit by bit. He could hear the ground crumbling ever so slightly under each movement. He knew – if she came out here, fully, they would both go crashing down. And yet, here she was trying regardless. “Should I give you a handy cap, Miss? Do you need me to move forward to give you an actual chance?” This was said in mocking – after all: She’d told him not to look down on her. If she asked him to adjust for her – then she’d be admitting that she can’t do it on her own. And yet, he was giving her a chance to prove herself. She was small, light-weight, she had a real chance. So? He’d remain still as they spoke… watching her movements carefully.
The baseline of threads for the timeline of SDR2. So? Threads based on the Mutual Killing Game will use this, usually.
( Spoilers for SDR2 and DR3:Despair/Future/Hope ) ;; One of the many students brought to the Island for the Neo World Program. At the very least, that’s what everyone is meant to believe – While in truth? Chiaki is a created program based on everyone’s cognitive thoughts on someone who would be best at helping them all. She is not created of the true Chiaki, and is instead made of the memories and thoughts the others had of her, even if they don’t remember her much themselves. Regardless, she is considered the “Traitor,” because she is also considered a member of the “Future Foundation” and is meant to guide them all into recovery. Usami’s sister.
At first, a quiet high schooler just trying to go through school – after all, she’d rather be gaming, she eventually found out that gaming was also a good way to interact with others and make friends. Something she took to rather happily, actually. Cheerful, though still quite, the Ultimate Gamer was chosen to be the representative of the class eventually. And? Acted as something of a focal point of “hope” for the rest of her classmates. In general? She’s just a shy nerd who wants to make friends. After all: Sometimes, it’s nice to have a player two~
With Monokuma and AI Junko defeated from the get go, the rehabilitation of the former Remnant’s of Despair can happen without much trouble. So? To help them all make memories, bonds, and help them form hope? The lot of them are put through a lot of silly little events and group bonding experiences. Chiaki is there to help move the rehabilitation on, after all! That’s what she’s there for! And, honestly, she’s happy to do so. She’s happy to do anything she can to help her friends. ( Even if she won’t be able to leave with the rest of them, she’ll be happy just as long as they don’t forget her. )
Somehow, having survived the “Death Game” put together by Junko Enoshima, Chiaki woke up to the world in disarray. Her classmates had fallen to despair. The world was falling apart. And, because of the seriousness of her injuries… it had taken her some time to wake up. And? By the time she had, in a coma, she had been brought to Future Foundation. ( When she recovered and actually started getting the lay of the land, she became a member of the 7th Branch. ) However? When the Remnant’s of Despair were brought it, and when Naegi did what he did – she was quick to go along with them. ( “They’re my classmates! Please, let me help you! Let me help them!” )
Built to help save the others, she tried to do just that - Absorbing the virus data that she found forming inside the Neo World Program, before it could fully form. Unfortunately, this formed a stream of “RED DATA,” overwriting her initial programming. Instead of wanting to save them, she now has only one goal - Keep her classmates here. Forever. No matter what. Anyone trying to leave, would be considered a traitor. “I built this paradise for you, to help you, and this… this… this! This is how you treat me! You traitors!”
There is no game. Chiaki has no interest in any game. Any battle. She is data and given the data put into her unstable programming, she can manipulate the remaining data at will - The only thing the others on the outside were able to block her from, was being able to directly manipulate the data that made up the consciousness’ of those who were supposed to be receiving help. If your in this program, you’ll have to try very hard, very sneakily, to get out - because she’s not going to make it easy.
Chiaki Nanami is a member of the Light Elven breed. A type of elf that is famous for a few things – one? They are a breed of all female elven folk. They have never had anyone who is full Alven who is a male. Two? They are famous for guarding treasures, and making near games of watching over them. Enticing strangers to play their games and – to this day? Always, always losing. ( After all: other breeds, humans included, are only allowed to marry a member of the Weisse Frauen if they beat them in their game and capture their treasure. )
Chiaki has only just become old enough to have obtained her treasure. However? Unsure of whether she wants to marry or not – or even what sort of game she wants to do? She thought it would be wise to surround herself with other members of the Folk, to try to get some original ideas.
Traits of her breed include perpetually pale skin – and yet? Being entirely unable to see any of the veins in her arms, or through her skin at all. Her ears, which are harshly pointed. And the fact that she literally glows in the dark. ( And yet: At night, that’s all her body can do. She has no other access to her magic during the nighttime. )
This is the verse that is his primary verse. Taking place throughout the timeline of DR1 through DR3: Future Side.
The former Ultimate Boxer, as well as a former member of Class 74, Juuzo Sakakura is now the leader of “Branch Six” of the Future Foundation. He is also the main bodyguard for Kyousuke Munakata. A job he takes very seriously. Out of his fellow Future Foundation Leaders, he has one of the biggest names amongst the criminals and such of the falling world. After all, Juuzo is pretty infamous for his merciless behavior. He will happily kill anyone who is working to spread despair – if that is the best and quickest way to end something, he will not hesitate. You’ll find people often work their hardest, when they feel they need to make up for something. And? Juuzo is no exception.
In a despair-less world, Juuzo has still chosen to disregard his talent, in favor of following his best friend. After all: Kyousuke had chosen to become the Headmaster of the New Oversea’s Branch, of Hope’s Peak Academy. So? Juuzo decided to follow him overseas and offer to be of any help he could be to the other’s mission. Though he’d never seen himself as a teacher – as a couch / p.e. teacher, he’s making it work. He can be a little harsh sometimes, as he has a bit of a temper. But? Surprisingly, his methods really tend to leave an impression with those he works with. ( He also oversees detention. As a personal choice. After all: Someone needs to get these kids to stop causing his friends trouble… )
Post DR3: Future/Hope – Through it had been a close call, in fact, his body had gone into severe shock due to the loss of blood, and he’d slipped into a near death coma, some many months later… Juuzo found himself awake. It was a miracle. No one had thought he would survive, and honestly, now that he’d survived his sacrifice? Even he isn’t sure how he should respond. He’d expected to die. He’d planned for that to make up for everything. So? Finding himself alive again … he couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t done enough.
This verse can go many directions: However? Regardless of where it’s placed in the timeline or who found/helped him, he’ll always be wondering about Munakata. He’d nearly died for him. He’d chosen to try to die for him. Including destroying his own arm, cutting it off, to try to save the other. So? Regardless of where he is, his thoughts will be with him – so? Depending on what happens, depression, anxiety, as well as paranoia may follow. ( Especially if he has no way of contacting Munakata, or hasn’t found him yet. )
On the other hand, you’ll see what I did there, if it’s a few years into his recovery… and he’s managed to pull himself together, or run into his former boss again, he’ll probably be a lot more relaxed. Finally able to put the past mistakes he’d made behind him, he’s got a bit of a different air about him nowadays. And? A new robotic arm. ( Told you, you’d see. )
Pre-Danganronpa - A member of Class 74, and the newly recruited Ultimate Boxing Champion, this is where Juuzo Sakakura ended up meeting his future best friends: Kyousuke Munakata and Chisa Yukizome. Of course, there were some rocky moments at the beginning. But? They were able to look past that - After all: It was during this time that Juuzo completed his championship, and by graduation, he’d decided to give up his professional career as a Boxer, despite being the best, so that he could help his friends out. That’s dedication.
Juuzo Sakakura is an ancient warlock – existing since the time of Babylon Tower, when man thought they could build a tower to reach heaven. Due to this, he has existed for so long that he’s got a lot of very particular … ticks about him. He has a dialect that can’t be traced to any one place. He has a graceful walk of someone who has been everywhere, seen everything. He has amethyst eyes, which always glow a little – and glow brighter, as his magic, of the same color, is used.
( He also has no belly-button and has a dark-gray, almost black, tongue. But? He doesn’t talk about those things. Nor does he talk about the fact that his particular bred of warlock has no heartbeat – well? At least, until they meet their soulmate … )
Juuzo Sakakura is the Regulator of Orsus. Meaning, for most purposes, he is both the mayor of the island and the sheriff. He’s in charge of helping make sure all the different members of the Folk get along while living here – harmoniously, or? At least as harmoniously as you can expect from such different creatures. He’s lived here for a long time, so? A little at a time he’s molded this island into what he feels is the safest for those he has living there. Including impossibly high cliff faces, except for the singular dock that works as the entrance. ( His office is located around here. ) And the “beach facing” in the middle of the island. Proving that he’s wasted way too much of his magic hollowing out the island at least a little, to create a beach for his residents. Good thing the island is actually pretty big. ( It’s just unable to be taken a picture of – due to his ancient magic guarding it. )
He is the son of a “greater demon” and a “hero of old” ( meaning someone who was born of a human and angel parent – biblically speaking ), which is why he has so much strength, as well as the magic to maintain all of this.
During the events of Danganronpa 3: Despair - Juuzo Sakakura has decided to do whatever he can to help out his friend, Kyousuke Munakata. Including? Infiltration. Becoming the “Head of Security” for Hope’s Peak Academy, he’s gained access to most of the place - and has the permission to watch out for troublemakers. Of course, his true objective is Kyousuke’s. He’s here to find whatever evidence he can to help the other with his mission. And? In the meantime, he’s been informed to do what he can to guard their shared friend, Chisa Yukizome… whose gone undercover as well. She’s become a teacher. He’s become a guard. Between the two of them? They should be able to find something right?
Name: Juru Sakakura
Juru Sakakura is the “Ultimate Boxing Champion.” She is smart, quick witted, and after winning every other title available for it - they finally let her go for the World Championship. Finally proving her spot there, just like anyone else. She is confident in her strength. Confident in her abilities. And yet? She does have some complications in school… and otherwise.
As is often the case with women in professional sports that most people consider “manly,” people have often taken to teasing her and calling her names - Or assuming things about her. For the most part? This has never bothered her. After all: In sports, people tend to get competitive. That can bring out a certain cruelty in people. She expects that, and it doesn’t bother her. However? She doesn’t want to bring that sort of cruelty to the people she cares about most…
So? Despite being a bit more cheerful then her male counterpart, she tends to restrain herself on a more personal level. After all: She can deal with the teasing and the bullying. ( If she has too? She can break some faces… ) But? She knows that she’d lose it if someone started giving ether Munakata or Yukizome a hard time, because they’re her friends. … she loves them too much to ever let that happen.
( Aside from those differences? This is more or less an add-on verse - So? It can be in connection to any of the verses above. And? Is available, mostly by request. )
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A rich musical history was indeed correct. In Rantaro’s travels he’d become acutely aware of speaking to people – getting insider tips on areas and really learning how to scope things out. When he’d offered to come here, he’d done the same thing.
It was no surprise to hear the many accomplishments that surrounded the area. And to hear that the museum was to hold a collection of some of the finer instruments which had belonged to those whom came from here? Well, it was a charming thought. And hearing the PRIDE that came from the town… well, it was a good feeling. All in all, it was painful to hear that many people were beginning to avoid this place now. The rumors were damaging the reputation of a place that was well l o v e d by those who surrounded it. So? It was hard to imagine that a sinister spirit or the likes could be involved…
As he wasn’t someone who’d ever SEEN a ghost himself, he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt on the matter still – whether he believed in them or not. But the chance that it could be another HUMAN who might put his classmate in danger? Was the TRUE D R I V E for the protective Rantaro to come along.
“Well, I’ll be happy to see it. The centerpiece of a museum is often breathtaking.” He spoke these words through a soft smile – because, despite the risk? It was thrilling to be here as well. Seeing the museum as often very few people ever would. Coming to a place like this at night? Well, to say the least, the ULTIMATE Adventurer wasn’t likely to forget this place anytime soon.
However, now that they were inside, he knew he would have to focus. “… that makes sense. We should start there then, and make some beginning observations.” With that, Rantaro looks around – It was dark, but not so much so that the youth had too hard a time seeing. Given that it was a museum, it would often have maps around. Ether on the wall or little guides for guests… but, given that the building was mid-renovation? It appeared they would have to go off of something else… “Well, buildings of this period tend to have their main hall in this direction… so…” With that, Rantaro makes his mind up to start walking towards the direction. He was mostly talking to himself with that one – used to being alone in his travels, he didn’t have to worry about people hearing him think aloud. It was habit now.
Though, as he begins to walk, he does look over his shoulder towards his companion. “Would this be a good time to ask what in particular the nightguards have talked about? Aside from hearing the piano at odd points – have any of them come to harm because of these incidents?”
( This would be the canon timeline! ) Basically everything that happened while Garry and Ib where trapped inside of the artwork trying to find their way out - their lives are dependent on the number of rose petals they have, and Garry? Well, he sees things a little differently around here then Ib does.
Some of it comes down to rational paranoia in situations like this... other parts are just him being a little bit cowardly. But? Trying hard on behalf of helping young Ib. He wants to be someone she can rely on...
Having survived their crazy adventure and returned to the real world - somehow Ib was able to trigger his memories to return. At first it’d been a bit hazy, but Ib was able to pull him out of it. Nowadays he tries to keep in contact with her even still. Though, he often worries about the impression he’s making... he doesn’t just want to lose the friend he’d made through their shared chaos.
A piece of “ARTWORK” from within the world - this “Garry” works to take the others place when given the chance to. This can ether be inside the gallery, or having been able to trick Ib into leaving with it, instead of the real one. He is different then the real Garry - having little to no fear, because it’s not really alive. So? It doesn’t respond to things the same - though it does try to from time to time, these responses seem “scripted” and unrealistic.
This is the verse for the main story line of SDR2.
What started out as a nice little trip – despite being unexpected, especially because she had thought she was about to starter first day at Hope’s Peak Academy, turns rabidly dark. With the appearance of a bear by the name of Monokuma and the announcement that they would be partaking in something called a “Mutual Killing Game.” Sonia is strong minded and strong willed. Being a princess means she is good at keeping a straight face and keeping herself calm, even in times of high stress. However? There is afear prickling at the back of her mind. After all? Who is doing this? Why is this happening? Why do she or any of her classmates have to die? What is the purpose of this cruel game …
Confused, but willing to adapt, the Ultimate Princess has found herself on a “school trip” to a mysterious Island along with the fellow members of her class. It’s confusion. But, as weird as it is… it doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Perhaps this was a good way to get to know everyone! Sonia would feel awfully silly if she didn’t at least give it a chance! Perhaps she could have a wonderful time with her class here, even if getting here… might still confuse her. ( … how does a room fold away and bring you to a beach? She may believe in magic, but… she still can’t put a finger to a spell that could do something like this. )
A member of Yukizome’s class, and always a will participant in showing up to class, from the moment they got their new enthusiastic teacher? She has found herself positively excited or class~ She wanted a true school experience. And she enjoys getting to know those around her. Even if… certain classmates can be a little… “overwhelming” to say the least.
A member of the “Remnant’s of Despair,” Sonia is still just as charismatic and as much of a leader as she has ever been. One of her strongest points, and part of what makes her so terrifying, is as a princess she has military training as well as the charisma to move people - she is a master of mass manipulation, as well as strategic destruction to decrease moral of enemies and so on and so forth. She is also very much willing to take up weapons and lead the charge. She is by no means weak. But she is terrifying.
Spoilers for DR3!
After having awoken from the Neo World Program, she and the remaining survivors had decided to wait for their classmates. They were willing to stick around there and wait for them to revive, regardless of the odds. However? With a little push from their local, artificial, genius? ( Izuru ) They were able to retrive all of them - and managed to pull off a bit of a last minute save for their saviors.
Someone who had moved to the island of Orsus in the recent years – particularly to train herself in the ways of her people, and give her a safe place to study. After all, it wasn’t until recent that she had even known that she was a witch. Her family had been intent to hide it from her, especially given that they considered themselves a strict religious family. And they would not have their daughter ruining that for them… However? Sonia’s natural magic was too strong to be sealed, and when it finally revealed itself, nothing would stop her from figuring out what exactly she was.
It took some time, but eventually she was able to discover that her origin-line tied her to the line of the original “W i t c h ‘ Q u e e n” and that meant she had the potential to grow into that level of power as well. Even to take the title – but? To do so, she would have to survive – because the line had disappeared for ages, and clans were currently warring over the title. And some untrained youth was certainly not going to do anything about the state of things. She needed to survive, which meant? Moving somewhere she could study in peace – until she is able to properly wield her natural talent.
Through an unlikely stream of events, Sleepy Ash, the oldest of the SERVAMP’s, has found himself in a contract with a new eve. Mahiru. A boy who insists on them being partners, equals. Honestly? He thinks of the whole engagement as some sort of hassle. But? He is becoming a lot more fond of his “troublesome” eve … And is willing to do whatever he can to keep him safe and alive.
Being the Oldest of the Servamps isn’t easy - He is the eldest brother. The person they look to, when they can’t look to h i m for answers. However? Being the representation of Sloth, while having all these responsibilities… doesn’t exactly go fantastically. However? As much as he hates these sort of troublesome things, he is willing to take action when he needs to.
… even if the guilt might swallow him whole.
Unburdened by immortality, unlike in his other verses, he is a bit calmer in this verse. More relaxed, because? He hasn’t lived for as long as he had before - hasn’t been burdened by many lifetimes of choices and regrets. In this verse? He’s a bit more willing to do things a little more… haphazardly. After all: He’s still got lessons to learn.
… the first one should be about procrastination. But? We’ll get on that. Eventually. Tomorrow… . m a y b e …
The “Saint of Swamps,” Chamo is uniquely gifted … Even for a Saint. She is absurdly powerful and very adapt to using her abilities. Even being known for accidentally killing a man during a tournament. Because of this, people often avoid her and fear her. After all: She isn’t exactly someone people can get after easily … making her hard to discipline or teach any sort of particular set of rules, or how to treat people.
When Chamo was chosen, she wasn’t surprised. And? Her parents were quick to pack her up and send her on her way with a map, and less then a few words of encouragement. Even they feared her, and were apt to having her out of the house. So? Without a second thought, when she received her mark? She went of to join who were supposed to be her companions.
Though it is common knowledge that those who are chosen don’t always live - Chamo managed to. It had been a long, difficult, battle. The things that happened in the “Wailing Demon Territory” will never quite leave her. She’d always hoped to have friends - and those she’d bonded with there? Were the only people she wanted to see nowadays. It was rare for people to come to trust her… and even rarer for her to find people she could trust. She’s happy to talk about her adventures to those who will listen. But? She’s chosen a quiet lifestyle, just outside of society.
Chamo Rosso is the “Tree Frog” Role-Holder - A unique, yet unattached, neutral role-holder. A traveler and unconnected to any particular land or territory. She is frequently on her own, preferring her own company over that of others. After all: Chamo cannotbe around people often. Touching others, coming into contact with their skin, can cause people to be poisoned by her - and depending on her mood, depends on the poison or toxic. When she’s happy, it is hallucinogenic. When she is angry, it can be lethal. And? most people don’t want to risk it. Of course, you’d need to be in contact with her for a long time for the effects to be serious… But? Most don’t want to take that chance.
The canon verse for Zach. He’s a killer on the bottom layer of the “hospital” - in charge of the lowest floor. He’s not very smart, but he is passionate and powerful. He can neither read nor write, and his unchecked strength... occasionally gets him into trouble. But, he is honest: and he hates lies with everything he is. . . and so? He’ll never lie himself.
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